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Chapter 3
She awoke the next morning on a mat with her wrists bound behind her again. A rope around her neck was tied to the leg of a table, apparently to prevent her from wandering or trying to escape. As she lay on her side, she saw one naked male in front of her and could feel the other male behind her. Both were still asleep.
She raised her head and looked around, trying to figure out her options. The door did not appear to have a lock so she should be able to escape through it. But first she needed to get rid of her bindings and find some clothing.
She glanced at the rope that had led from her neck to the table leg. It appeared to be long enough to allow her to reach most of the room. She continued to peer about and saw two piles of weapons where the men had dropped their clothes the night before. Lying on top of one of the piles was a knife or dagger of some sort. That would let her cut away her bindings. And she supposed that she could steal one of their tunics although it would probably look like a full length and baggy dress on her.
She looked at the male in front of her. Claudius was still sleeping. She slowly sat up, being careful not to disturb the men, as she prepared to start her escape. She started to get to her knees and then felt a hand grab her ponytail. She groaned as Octavius dragged her back down and then guided her face to his crotch. Once again, the long slender cock was fed into her mouth, this time pushing clear into her throat and causing her to gag.
These men were insatiable! She lost track of how many times and how many ways they had fucked her the night before. She was amazed that they could even get erect at this point. But apparently, they could because Octavius was rock hard and he was bobbing her head up and down on the long shaft.
Claudius was not about to be left out. He was awakened by the motions nearby and gripped Diana’s hips, pulling her up to her knees. He knelt behind her and then slowly pushed his beefy cock into her sex, causing her to moan as she was stretched and filled.
The entire morning became another orgy of three as the two warriors satiated their lust on her captive body. Again, all of her holes were used at one point or another. Even her breasts were fucked which was another first for her. Octavius had pushed her onto her back and straddled her, pushing her soft, fleshy mounds together to encase his cock as he pumped his shaft between her breasts. She ended up with sperm all over her face and neck when he finally erupted.
“It’s a shame not to keep her, my friend,” said Octavius as he drove the chariot with Claudius riding as a passenger. Once again, a very naked Diana was being tugged along behind the thing with a rope tied around her neck. She was exhausted from all of the sex and all of the orgasms she had received in the past twenty four hours. But she was also terrified. If she was right, she was being taken somewhere to be sold and that idea frightened her out of her wits.
She had to come up with a plan, though. She certainly did not want to be sold in slavery. That’s not what Saxbury girls did, after all. But she could tell that was going to happen regardless of her desires or wants or needs. She needed to come up with a way to get out of this mess. But the events of the past twenty four hours had her mind in turmoil and she could not think clearly. And it didn’t help her ability to think that she was petrified by what lay ahead of her.
She needed to wait until things settled down a bit, she decided. But when would that happen? Every time that she opened her eyes, there was another surprise waiting for her. A new indignity always seemed poised and ready to swoop down on her.
So far, she had managed to deal with each indignity and humiliation. She had not wanted the sex but it did not kill her. She would prefer to be wearing clothes but her nudity had not damaged her. Maybe if she could get through the day and into a stable household, she would have time to sort things out. She could catch her breath and then make a plan. And then she could escape.
But where would she escape to? She would be an escaped slave on the run. She might make it out of Rome but then where would that lead her? Into the clutches of the Gauls or the Visigoths? That didn’t sound attractive at all.
If this really was ancient Rome, then she was probably better off staying in Rome. But being a slave was unthinkable to her. She would have to find a way to elevate her station. But there was no way that was going to happen today; not when she was naked and being dragged behind a chariot on her way to being sold at an auction.
Her mind was pulled back to the present as her shin collided with the chariot. It had stopped but she hadn’t noticed. She had been too deep in thought.
“Pay attention, girl,” scolded Claudius. “I don’t want my merchandise being damaged, especially on auction day.”
She gasped again as she was reminded that she was about to be sold. She looked around and saw that she had been brought back to Circus Maximus. This time, it was filled with throngs of people and there was an almost carnival atmosphere to the place.
The two men got out of the chariot and led her through the crowd. She blushed furiously as men and women eyed her nudity and she heard them commenting about her or asking Claudius questions.
“That’s a delectable morsel,” said one man.
“I just love the way her adorable breasts bounce along,“ a woman commented.
“Tight ass,” another man said. “Perfect for fucking.”
To this comment, Octavius replied. “Her ass is divine. I can attest to that.” Diana felt her blush deepen at that comment.
“Where did you catch her, Sir?” asked a dark-skinned male who she assumed to be a merchant from another land.
In response, Claudius went into a long tale about how he had been in the northern mountains when he was attacked by a tribe of Celts. There were at least ten of the savages but he told about how he proved to be mightier than them. He had slain each of their warriors with his sword and his spear. Then he had taken five of their women, all of whom were exceptionally beautiful. He had already sold the rest of them and was here today to sell the last one before he left with the Legion on their next campaign.
The little crowd that surrounded them oooed and aahhhed as they listened to Claudius’ fanciful tale. Diana just rolled her eyes. There had been no tribe of savage Celts. The truth was that he found her sleeping beneath a tree and had kidnapped her and raped her.
She was led deeper into the crowd until they reached the auction area. At that point, she was placed on a short pedestal with a pole sticking up from the center of it. Her wrists were untied and then retied behind her back and around the pole. Now she was on display for all of the potential buyers to inspect.
“Look eager to please,” instructed Claudius as he positioned her the way that he wanted. He was acting like a grocer polishing his apples so that people would buy them.
“Be sure to look sexual,” said Octavius. He had a finger stroking in and out of her sex as he tweaked and rolled her nipples, causing them to stiffen.
Diana was miserable. This was easily the worst experience of her life. It was totally humiliating to be treated as an object or like livestock. How could people be so cruel? Why did slavery even exist?
A steady flow of people approached her as the day wore on. Some were content to just look her over. Many, however, needed a more tactile inspection. She was poked and prodded and probed. Her flesh was pinched and patted. Her hair was tugged and her nipples were tweaked. And then there were the ones who wanted to test her responsiveness and who fingered her sex or ass or flicked her clit. She lost track of the number of orgasms that were inflicted on her vulnerable body.
Throughout all of this, Claudius and Octavius stood nearby. Claudius retold his story of her capture over and over again and each time he became more heroic in the tale. The size of the tribe grew to twenty and then twenty five and then thirty and then forty. At one point, her tribe gained horses and Claudius had to combat the mounted Celts. Eventually, a dragon entered the story and Claudius had to slay it as he returned home with his twenty captive female slaves.
Octavius regaled the potential buyers with stories of how sexual she was. It started with his actual experiences with her which caused her to blush to no end. She had to relive the experience of the anal rape and then the other things he had done to her.
But then he too started exaggerating the facts. He talked about how she could climax with just the hint of a breeze across her wanton body. He told of how she could make a man climax with just the fluttering of her eyelashes over the tip of a cock. If women were in the audience, he told of how she could please a woman and cause her to climax simply by brushing her hair across a woman’s naked flesh. She sounded like a complete slut, even to herself.
It was dehumanizing. It was completely demoralizing. And yet, there was nothing that she could do about it. She was merely property and the two men were merely trying to maximize what they could get for her.
It was also going to be painful for her, she could tell. She had been standing naked in the hot Mediterranean sun for hours. Parts of her that had never been exposed to sunlight were now being baked in the heat. She was sure that she would end up looking like a lobster by the end of the day.
“Ahhh, Celtic woman,” sighed one of the women who had been listening to Octavius. “I hear that they are the most erotic creatures on earth.
“She will be a fine one to breed with my boys,” another male said a little later. “She looks wiry and fast. And maybe I’ll get some more yellow-haired ones from her offspring.”
“She has beautiful breasts,” a woman observed as she plumped Diana’s fleshy mounds in her hands. “Is she producing milk?”
“Better than milk,” replied Octavius who seemed to have the assignment of extolling all of her sexual charms. “Pure honey flows from her breasts. And from her cunt flows the sweetness that is the nectar of the gods.”
“Oh brother,” muttered Diana under her breath. These people can’t really believe all of this nonsense, can they?
Finally, viewing time was over. At least it was over for her. She noticed that many naked women were still bound on pedestals as she was released from hers. As she was led away, she even noticed some naked men bound on pedestals, each of which was sporting an erection. She supposed that the males were just as humiliated as she was.
She was led onto a sort of stage. Actually, it was more like a stone platform with columns along the back. She was placed in the center of the stage, facing a sea of eager faces. These are the people who want to own me, she realized.
The auctioneer had Claudius describe her capture. This time, the Celts were also protected by a pride of lions. Then Octavius was given the opportunity to extol her sexual virtues and, in this telling of the story, she could turn an impotent man into a virile sex addict simply by smiling at him. It was all just too much!
The auctioneer finally took over. For the next five minutes, he conducted an appraisal of her which he verbally shared with the audience, providing a running commentary on each aspect of her body. Once again, her breasts were bounced as the man described their texture and firmness. He pried open her mouth and tilted her head forward, showing the crowd that she had a full set of teeth, although she doubted that very many of the people could actually see that from the distance they were.
His hands travelled down her sides and he spent quite a bit of time at her waist to make sure that the offers for her purchase reflected her fine, sleek figure. He turned her back to the audience and bent her at the waist. This brought fresh blushes to her face as she realized how lewdly displayed she was. Eventually, the male gripped her bottom cheeks and spread them.
“Have you ever seen a finer ass?” he asked the audience rhetorically. Her face erupted into new shades of crimson.
She felt him touching her little pucker, causing goose bumps to erupt all over her body. “And you have already heard Octavius tell of the delights that can be encountered beyond this tight door.”
Oh god, she thought. This can’t be happening to me!
Finally, he straightened her up again and turned her to face the audience once again. Again, his hand travelled down her tight belly. This time, it stopped at the little tuft of hair on her mound.
“As you can see,” he said loudly so that all could hear him. “She is truly a honey-haired beauty. See the fairness of her nether patch. And notice how it only grows in a narrow little strip of fur.”
The truth was that she trimmed it. She did not like the look of the wild patch that naturally grew there. So she always trimmed it into a narrow little vertical strip. She thought that looked more elegant.
At last, he pushed a finger abruptly into her sex, causing her to gasp at the sudden intrusion and to rise up onto her toes to try to escape the assault. Several of the buyers laughed at her reaction, bringing fresh color to her cheeks.
Then she groaned as the man withdrew his finger and held it up for all to see. It was shiny with her juices. How could that be?
“For those who cannot see, let me describe what I am showing you,” he said. “My finger has just been coated with what looks like the nectar of the gods. The girl is flowing copiously, obviously ready to be used in any way that you desire.”
He held the finger to his lips and then swiped his tongue along it, obviously tasting her. It was just shameful in her mind. “And her taste is out of this world. Even Venus could not taste more heavenly than this little creature. Now, what am I offered for this little bundle of pleasure?
It was total mayhem after that. Arms were waving. People were shouting. Not a person seemed to be silent. They all wanted to buy her.
She felt numb with fear at the spectacle before her. It was unbelievable, really. She never could have imagined a scene like this.
She was scared out of her wits. But at the same time, she felt a tiny shred of pride that so many people wanted her, even if they wanted her to own her. It was unbelievable, really.
The bidding continued for a long time. People jostled for position so that their bids could be seen or heard. Several fist fights broke out as people maneuvered to gain advantage over competing bidders. It was unbelievable, really.
In the midst of all of this, another male stepped onto the platform and went to the auctioneer. He whispered something into the auctioneer’s ear and she could tell that a heated debate ensued. Finally, the auctioneer turned back to the audience and held up his hands to silence the crowd.
“The honey-haired girl has been sold,” he announced after the throngs calmed down.
Diana’s heart sank at the news. Even though she knew exactly what was going on and that they were in the process of selling her, it still caught her by surprise. It was absolutely devastating to hear that you were sold. She closed her eyes and hung her head in defeat.
The crowd did not like the news either but they were more vocal about it. They exploded with shouts and complaints. A few even hurled fruits and vegetables at the auctioneer. The auctioneer stood his ground and held up his hands again, urging the crowd to calm down. Once they were quiet, he spoke again.
“The honey-haired girl has been acquired,” he told them again. “That is all that I can say about it.”
There was a collective gasp from the audience, catching Diana by surprise. She opened her eyes and looked up at the group that had been frantically bidding on her body only moments before. Now they stood in silence, many with their mouths agape.
What was wrong with them? They looked shocked and maybe even frightened. She saw some of them whispering to one another and nodding in agreement. It was all very confusing to her.
A male came onto the platform and tied a rope around her neck. He was dressed similar to Claudius and Octavius but his outfit was more colorful and his armor was more ornate. The new male led her off of the platform and through the crowd which parted to make way for them.
“Caligula bought her,” she heard a man whisper to someone else. “That is a Praetorian Guard leading her away.”
Again, her heart sank at the news. This time, her blood ran cold also.
Chapter 4
Diana’s first introduction to the deranged emperor had been on his barge. He had apparently selected her to be purchased when he saw her at Circus Maximus. But then he left the actual transaction to be handled by one of his minions while he left to go to his barge. He would be leaving for Capri the next morning.
Diana had been in a daze after the auction. She was led to a booth where money changed hands. She stared at the small pile of coins wistfully, realizing that they represented her entire value in the world.
After that, she was taken to one of the palaces where the royal physician met them. He seemed to be nothing more than a dirty old man as far as Diana was concerned. He probed her pussy and ass for reasons that were not apparent to the new slave. He bounced her breasts in his palms and then stretched her nipples away from her chest painfully. Again, it was not clear what he was checking. Finally, after having her give him a blowjob, he declared her healthy and suitable to be the emperor’s property.
Diana was still in a daze as she was led out of the palace. She was fuming over being declared to be property, but she was still in a daze. Everything about this whole place and this whole situation seemed so surrealistic to her.
She was taken to the waterfront. At least, she was allowed to ride now, which was quite an improvement from all of the walking she had been doing lately. On the banks of the river was a blacksmith shop. Or maybe he was an armorer. She couldn’t tell. All that she knew was that it was a place where they did metalworking. This is where she received her new jewelry.
The metal worker toiled for over two hours, heating the metal, forming it, cooling it, and testing the fit. Time after time, the metal was heated again to repeat the process as Diana stood naked in the shop. The two guards who brought her here rested and watched the process, enjoying the new slave’s nudity.
It was all so unbelievable to Diana. She was still adjusting to the knowledge that she had been enslaved and sold. It would still take some time to get over that abrupt change in her life. But now she was being fitted for shackles. If she didn’t realize that she was a slave before this, these pieces of metal circling parts of her body would be sure to remind her of that fact.
Finally, the tradesman seemed to be satisfied with the fit. A piece of metal was wrapped around each wrist and then locked in place. Another was fitted around her slender neck and she shuddered as she heard it click shut, locking it also.
For shackles, they were not bad looking, she had to admit. It looked like they were made of pure gold and were delicately engraved with intricate floral designs. She could envision wearing one of the cuffs as a bracelet, although she could not imagine wearing her new collar to a party with friends.
“I will accept a favor from her as my payment,” the tradesman said to the two guards as he raised her arms and attached her cuffs to rings on her collar. She gasped, both from the male’s suggestion and also from the fact that she had just lost the use of her arms. Now her wrists were at her neck with her elbows pointing forward, leaving her completely helpless and vulnerable.
“I’m afraid not, Titus,” answered one of the guards. “This one is personal property of Caesar. Even we are prohibited from enjoying her body. It’s such a shame. She looks like she would be much fun.”
“Ah,” nodded Titus. “Yes, it’s a shame. But at least our emperor has good taste in female flesh.” He reached out and stroked the side of Diana’s left breast, sending goose bumps down her side.
It was dusk when she was finally led onto the barge and the sight that met her eyes caused her to blush deeply. The boat was like a writhing sea of naked flesh and there must have been forty or fifty people engaged in one form of sexual activity or other.
A man was lying on his back with a girl bobbing up and down on his cock as he sucked on the breast of another woman who was leaning over his face. The second woman was being fucked from behind by a man who was, in turn, being fucked in the ass by another man behind him.
A woman was bound spread eagle into a circular frame that was being spun like a roulette wheel as a man and woman lashed at her exposed body with short whips. They too were fucking as they whipped the spinning girl.
Another woman was bound spread eagle in what looked like a spider web of rope. A naked girl was licking her pussy and a man was fucking her from behind as another man placed cruel looking clamps on her breasts.
It looked like total, decadent chaos to her. The guards led her through the sea of bodies and hands reached up, stroking her or squeezing her flesh. With her wrists attached to her collar, she was totally defenseless to the pawing and groping.
Two men were in her way as they sucked on one another’s cocks and she had to step over them as the guards continued to urge her along. A woman was moaning nearby as a dog pounded its cock into her. It seemed like there were no taboos at all on this boat and this seemed to be what she envisioned Hell to be like.
She looked up from all of the perversions around her and gasped at what she saw. On a slightly elevated platform sat a throne. Beside the throne knelt two naked and very busty girls. And in the throne was a figure who could only be Caligula.
You could not tell from his clothing that he was the emperor, for he was naked. But he had gilded olive branches wrapped around his head that she was sure was a crown of some sort.
She felt her heart jump into her throat and felt her pulse starting to race as she glanced down at his lap. His cock was hard, which was to be expected with all of the erotic sights surrounding him. But it was massive! It had all of the length of Octavius and all of the girth of Claudius. It was a monster!
The man on the throne was watching her and letting his eyes travel up and down her body. She trembled as she saw his eyes roaming over her nudity and all sorts of questions raced through her mind. Did he find her pretty? What would it mean if he did? What would it mean if he didn’t?
Based on what she remembered from her classes, Caligula could be depraved and he could be extremely cruel but there was very little chance that he could be kind. She would have preferred that he treated her kindly, but that was unlikely to happen. She supposed that his being depraved with her was something she could live with even if she didn’t like it. She only hoped that he was not cruel to her.
She remembered a story of a time that Caligula was bored as he watched some gladiators fighting wild beasts in an arena. For entertainment, he had an entire section of the viewing stands emptied. Then he threw the people who had been sitting in that section into the arena and watched with amusement as the beasts slaughtered them and ate them.
Another story told of how a female guest at dinner displeased him one time. He had her bound against a pole in the dining room and then he had her carved up, little by little, as her body parts were then cooked and served to his guests. Her breasts were the first things to be sliced off, followed by her ears and her pussy. Then she was disemboweled and various organs were harvested and cooked and consumed. Fortunately, the woman died before the meal got too far along but the butchering continued until all of the woman’s flesh and organs had been cooked and eaten.
Diana shuddered. Yes, she definitely did not wanted to be treated cruelly by this man. She vowed to be an obedient and pleasing slave.
“Your honey-haired girl, Caesar,” one of the guards said as he pushed Diana in front of the seated man. Caligula’s face remained expressionless but he raised his eyes to meet hers.
“Greetings, girl,” he said.
“Greetings, Caesar,” she replied with a trembling voice. “Or your majesty. Or master. What am I supposed to call you?”
“Master will be fine,” he responded. “It will make you different from the rest of them.” He indicated who ‘them’ was with the sweep of his arm, gesturing to the rutting and moaning masses surrounding him on the boat.
“Greetings, Master,” she nodded and then shuddered again. Was it good to be different? She had no idea.
“Come closer, little one,” he instructed. “Let me see what I bought.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied. But she was already very close. And she was completely naked with her arms held up and out of the way. She was sure that he could already see everything just fine. But she stepped a little closer until her legs touched his knees.
She watched him reach to his sides. Each of his hands captured a breast on the two women who knelt beside his chair. She saw him lift the two abundant globes of flesh and then squeeze them. “Livilla… Agrippina… what do you think of my new honey-haired toy?”
Diana furrowed her brow. Those two names sounded familiar but she couldn’t place them. She wracked her brain trying to remember as she watched Caligula’s thumbs gliding over the soft outer swells of the large breasts.
“She looks delightful, Caesar,” replied one of the women. Diana saw that she was beautiful with black hair, a gorgeous face and a very shapely and trim body that was covered in a sun-kissed skin the reflected her Mediterranean roots. Actually, both women were beautiful and they looked enough alike that they could be sisters.
“She looks beautiful, Caesar,” said the other woman. “Will you be sharing her with us?”
“Don’t I always share everything with my sisters?” Caligula replied.
Diana’s eyes opened wide and she sucked in her breath in surprise. That’s why she recognized the names! They really were Caligula’s sisters. Oh my gosh, she thought. The stories about incest were true!
In addition to the decadence and cruelty and perversions such as this orgy, the history books said that Caligula had taken his sisters as lovers. But there were supposed to be three of them. Where was the third?
But her professor at Saxbury had warned the class not to believe everything in the history books. “There are no complete and accurate records from this period,” he had told his class. “Most of what we know, or think we know, was recorded by historians decades later. They recorded the oral history which tends to get exaggerated over time.”
Exaggerated my ass, thought Diana! She was witnessing it first-hand. Well, she had not witnessed the act of sex; at least not yet. But the intimate fondling of the two sisters told her that sex must be part of the equation.
And the sisters wore collars that seemed identical to hers. Had he enslaved Agrippina and Livilla? And what did it mean that she had a collar like the other two naked beauties?
“Yes, Caesar,” replied the other sister. “And we always treasure what you share with your sisters.”
Caligula bounced each of the breasts in his palms and then pulled his hands back. His eyes never left Diana’s throughout the conversation. He placed his hands on his thighs and then spoke. “You may kneel now.”
Diana jumped slightly as she realized he was talking to her. She lowered herself as gracefully as she could but without the use of her hands it was still awkward and she ended up thudding her knees into the wooden planks of the boat. He looked into her eyes and then reached out, touching her hair.
“Golden silk,” he said as he lifted a lock of hair and then let it cascade from his fingers.
“Like a goddess,” whispered one of the sisters.
Diana remained as motionless as possible as she fought with her body to try to control her trembling. She was in a bad situation and she knew that it was likely to get worse and that terrified her. A thought flashed through her mind but she was so distracted that it disappeared before she could register it.
He moved his hand lower, stroking the side of her face with his palm. Then he brushed a finger back and forth across her lips. What was she supposed to do? Kiss the finger? Open her mouth? But then her questions were answered for her when he spoke again.
“Open.”
She parted her lips, not knowing how wide she was to open. He insinuated a finger between her lips and she opened wider. His finger snaked over her tongue, stroking it softly. Then he moved his finger around her mouth and along her teeth.
He’s checking to see I have all of my teeth, thought Diana. How demeaning?!?!?!? That puts me in the same class as a horse that’s being appraised for value.
He gripped her tongue and pulled it out of her mouth. Diana’s eyes opened wide with surprise at this and wondered what he was checking out this time. He held her tongue and stroked it with the fingers of his other hand. He lifted it and looked at the underside, stroking it also. Then he released it and Diana quickly drew her tongue back into her mouth but kept her lips parted.
He gripped her chin and turned her head back and forth. Her neck rotated inside of the collar and her eyes swiveled in their sockets as she continued to look at him. He had remained expressionless and had not commented on her other than to observe that her hair was golden silk. What was he thinking?
Her chin was tilted up and fingers stroked down her throat until they reached her collar. Then she felt a finger gliding along the lower edge of the collar, tracing it across her flesh. Several times, he slipped his finger between the collar and her flesh. Was he checking to see if it was fitted properly?
His hands moved to her breasts. He stroked downward along the upper swells from the base toward her nipples but his fingertips never reached her sensitive little buds. He placed his fingers together and stroked down the outer swells of her breasts. Diana had to fight with herself to keep from trembling as the man conducted such an intimate inspection of her. He repeated this action several times and then pressed inward, pushing the two pink orbs together.
His fingers moved beneath her breasts and again he brushed them back and forth. Diana felt goose bumps forming over her chest as the fingers tickled her slightly.
He splayed his fingers and lifted her breasts, holding them as if testing their weight. Her eyes remained fixed on his but she could tell that she was blushing at this point. What did he think of her breasts? They were not nearly as large as those of his two sisters. Did he view them as adequate?
Still, his expression did not change. She had no way of reading him. He released her breasts and then gestured upward with his finger. She interpreted that is instruction to stand so she struggled her way clumsily to her feet. Once again, her legs were touching his knees.
He crooked a finger and beckoned her closer as he put his legs together. Diana blushed anew. The only way that she could get closer was to straddle his legs but that would expose her so lewdly. Despite her reluctance, she moved her feet apart and stepped closer. He beckoned again and she moved a little closer. She was not over his cock yet, but it was getting threateningly close.
He reached out again, this time stroking his fingers down her little tuft of fur over her sex. He repeated this action several times and then tugged on the fluff lightly. She thought that she detected a slight smile on his lips and again wondered what he was thinking.
His fingers slid lower and now his touch was on her labia. She stifled a groan of despair as she felt the fingers gliding over her obviously slick petals, wondering again how she could possibly show signs of arousal. But she saw the smile on his face grow just a bit more as he detected the wetness at his fingertips.
He did not push his finger into her sex. She was surprised at that but thankful. Instead, he wiped off the wet tips of his fingers on her little patch of fur, using it as a towel, and then moved his hands onto her hips, slowly stroking them down her thighs.
He leaned back in his throne and that expressionless face was there again. What did that mean? Did she fail the test? And if she did fail, what would that mean for her?
His eyes travelled up her body again. They lingered for a moment at her breasts as he seemed to be giving them a second appraisal and then he looked up into her eyes. He held a finger up and twirled it in the air. She interpreted that as meaning that he wanted her to turn around.
She could not do that standing the way that she was. She had to back up to get his legs out from under her. Once she was clear of them, she turned around, placing her back toward him.
She sucked in her breath at the sight that met her eyes. She had completely forgotten about the orgy that was going on around them. She was so focused on Caligula that she had not even heard the moaning and groaning and grunting. But now that she could see them, the sounds flooded her ears.
A woman was fisting another woman who was laid across a barrel and who was sucking the cock of a male on the other side. A grey-haired man with olive leaves in his hair was fucking a young boy in the ass as the teenager’s tongue was busy on a young girl’s pussy. The roulette wheel was still turning but now a male was tied into it with two women whipping his cock and balls. It was unimaginable that all of this perversion actually took place in this highly civilized society.
She felt hands on her hips drawing her backwards. Again, she moved her feet apart and was straddling Caligula’s legs. Fingers danced down her spin and more goose bumps appeared on her flesh. He gathered her long locks and tucked them into the crook of her left arm to drape down her chest, baring her back. His hands moved slowly down her back until he reached her bottom. He squeezed both of her cheeks and palpated them.
He gripped her hips again and pulled her back some more. She felt his massive cock bump against one of her bottom cheeks and she trembled slightly.
“Pina, assist me,” he said. Pina must be his nickname for Agrippina and she saw one of the sisters crawl in front of her and kneel upright. At least now she knew which one was which. She saw Agrippina reach forward between her spread thighs. Then she felt the cock moving against her bottom. Oh, god, she thought. Here is where I get fucked!
“I am always happy to assist my brother,” Pina replied to him. But her eyes were on Diana’s the entire time.
It took some effort on Agrippina’s part but eventually she was able to bend the cock forward and position it. Diana felt Agrippina’s fingers touching her petals, parting them. She felt the tip of the cock at her sex and trembled with anticipation and fear. She was not sure that she could handle the monster inside of her body.
Agrippina continued to grip the cock with one hand and placed her other palm on Diana’s belly. She pushed on the slave girl, causing Diana to back up. As she moved back, she felt the thick bulb at the tip of the cock enter her, stretching her tightly around it.
She sucked in her breath. The thing felt every bit as big as it looked. As Agrippina continued to position her, she felt more and more of the cock slide into her. She felt Caligula’s hands gripping her waist and then push her downward, slowly impaling her on the thick shaft.
“Ohmigod!” she squealed as the monster was fully embedded in her body. It was the first time that she had broken from the Latin she had been speaking for the past two days and she didn’t even realize that she had uttered the exclamation in English.
“What did she say?” asked the emperor.
“I know not,” replied Agrippina who had her fingers trapped between the two bodies as her other palm caressed Diana’s belly. “Remember that she is a Celt. That must have been her native tongue.”
“I think I like Celtic,” said Caligula as his hands on her waist held her firmly in place on his cock. “She sounds so melodic.”
“Like a goddess,” whispered Livilla from beside him. Again, the thought raced through her mind but again she was so distracted by the large thing inside of her that she failed to register it.
Caligula used his grip on her waist to urge Diana to rise on the pole. She felt it receding from her body very slowly and again felt every inch of its journey.
“Pina, you may assist her now,” he said.
“Yes, my brother,” replied Agrippina. Diana opened her eyes wide at the exchange. What did that mean?
Her question was answered, however, as she saw Agrippina lean forward over Caligula’s legs. The fingers that had been trapped between the two bodies now moved upward and stroked Diana’s petals which were stretched around the log that was buried within her. She gasped as Agrippina’s face drew nearer to her sex and then groaned as she saw the tongue snake out and flicker over her clit. She wanted to shout at the woman and tell her to get away from her. She had never been intimate with another girl and had no desire to start now.
But common sense prevailed. Bound and impaled as she was, she knew that she was in no position to resist anything at all. Plus, she could not afford to anger Caligula. She knew his reputation for cruelty. So instead, she just closed her eyes and moaned softly as the delicate tongue flickered over her most sensitive little nubbin.
“Livi, you may assist the girl too,” Caligula instructed. Diana’s eyes flew open wide. Now what?
“Yes, my brother,” Livilla replied. The other sister arose and stood beside Diana. Livi turned Diana’s head to the side and her bound arms followed. Then Livilla leaned in and kissed Diana, wrapping her arms around the bound girl and embracing her. Again, Diana was repulsed. But again, she decided against voicing any objections as the kiss grew passionate.
Caligula started moving Diana in a slow up and down motion. On each upstroke, Agrippina’s tongue would flutter over her clit and when she was pushed back down, the fingers would do the work of stimulating her little button. Throughout it all, Livilla held her and continued to kiss her.
Diana heard a slurping sound and glanced down during a pause in the kissing. Caligula had leaned forward and was now noisily sucking on Livilla’s right nipple, drawing as much breast flesh into his mouth as he could. The rumors of incest were turning out to be true.
Livilla held onto Diana with one arm but moved her other hand to the slave girl’s chest. She lifted a breast, cradling it in her palm as her thumb stroked the tender flesh, urging the sensitive nipple to attention.
Diana felt other hands touching her and glanced around quickly. The other partiers were standing now, pressed against the emperor’s trio of naked females. One by one, the partiers caressed her or pinched her flesh. Livilla fed Diana’s nipple to the lips of the boy who was being sodomized earlier and Diana felt the boy suckling.
It was all so overwhelming! So much was happening! She did not want to climax in this way but she could feel all of the stimulation moving her closer to an orgasm as she continued to move up and down on the pole.
The stimulation was obviously getting to Caligula also. She heard his breathing becoming ragged as he continued to suck on Livilla’s nipple. Finally, he grunted and it felt like a geyser letting loose inside of her as her womb was flooded with his sperm. Somehow, the male’s orgasm pushed her over the edge and she climaxed also, letting out little coos and mewls.
When she recovered, she opened her eyes. Everyone was still standing around them, smiling in appreciation of the scene they had just witnessed. Agrippina was now kneeling back with her bottom resting on her heels and Livilla busied herself, pulling Diana’s hair back and allowing it to cascade down her back.
“She feels like a goddess,” declared Caligula after he also recovered. His cock was still buried in her pussy although it was softening now.
That elusive thought popped back into her mind again. This time, she recognized it and it registered with her. This time, it gave her an idea. She knew what she had to do. She had a plan now.
“But I am a goddess, Master,” Diana replied to the emperor.
To be continued
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